"Now in ninety one, he wanna tax me/I remember, the son of a b***h used to axe me/And hang me by a rope 'til my neck snapped/Now the sneaky motherf**ker wanna ban rap."

"A young n***a got it bad ‘cause I'm brown/And not the other color, so police think/They have the authority to kill a minority..."

"Mother f**k him and John Wayne/Cause I'm Black and I'm proud/I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped/Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps."

"Are you really for peace and equality?/Or when my car is hooked up, you know you wanna follow me/Your laws are minimal/‘Cause you won't even think about lookin' at the real criminal/This has got to cease/‘Cause we be getting hyped to the sound of da police."

"They wanna go to war, more wars to come/But most of us fight more wars than one/Discrimination in the racial nation/While they destroy our strong foundation."

"Colors don't clash, people just do/Color me happy next to you/Aww, just like it should, there goes the neighborhood/That is what they'd have us believe."

"We've got white-collar people trying to grab our style/Saying we're too nasty and we're 2 Live/Corrupted politicians playing games/Bringing us down to boost their fame."

"I wanna talk to the man, understand?/Understand this motherf**kin G-pack in my hand/Look what happened to San Fran/Young girl hit by policeman."